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It was already night, and in the palace hall, the lights were as bright as day, and the potter was sitting on the dragon throne that originally belonged to Cao Cao, drinking the old wine that Cao Cao had hidden for many years.

The four gates of Chang'an City, the Prince's Mansion, the arsenal, and various official offices have all been occupied by the Wei army, and the entire Chang'an City has been completely captured and is under the control of the Great Wei.

As for Cao Cao's headquarters outside the city, the pottery merchants have also received the news that Cao Cao led 30,000 soldiers and horses to meet the more than 10,000 defeated troops who fled out of the city as soon as he learned of the fall of Chang'an, and fled all the way to the west.

The pottery merchant army broke through Chang'an City, but the people's hearts were not calmed, and it was too late to pursue Cao Cao, so he was allowed to flee.

Although the frontal battle is over, the killing in the city continues.

This time, the potters wanted to kill those wealthy families who were loyal to Cao Cao.

When he implemented the Shang Dynasty reform in the Central Plains, the powerful people of the world fled the Central Plains in a big way, most of them fled to Jingzhou, and were killed by the pottery merchants, but a small number of them also fled to Guanzhong.

Rather than using the Shang Dynasty to slowly weaken them in the future, it is better to take advantage of the war to eradicate them all in the chaos, which saves a lot of trouble.

The faint sound of killing echoed in the golden hall, like a beautiful music, which fueled the potter's interest and made him drink even more happily.

At this moment, footsteps came, and a gray-faced, bloody man was dragged up by the guards like a dead dog.

It's Cao Ang.

His Royal Highness, the noble crown prince of the Great Qin Kingdom, was now dragged to the front of the palace like a dead dog and thrown in front of the potter.

Cao Ang, who fell to the ground, struggled to get up from the ground, and glared at the potter with his head held high, with a proud and hateful expression, as if he wanted to rush up and tear the potter alive.

"Bold step prisoner, the Son of Heaven is above, and he still kneels down to see him." Wei Chigong pointed at the iron whip and reprimanded angrily.

Cao Ang glanced at the potter, and snorted coldly: "I, Cao Ang, am the prince of Great Qin, what kind of identity, my legs only kneel to heaven and earth, kneel to my father and emperor, how can I kneel to a shameless traitor!" ”

Cao Ang is also worthy of the word "Ang" in his name, impassioned, righteous and awe-inspiring, like a high-ranking gentleman, despising the "villain" of the potter.

In the face of Cao Ang's generosity, the potter just sneered, pointed at him with a wine glass, and said coldly: "Wei Chi, break his two legs for me." ”

Wei Chigong was already furious, waiting for the potter's words, holding an iron whip in his hand, he strode down the steps and rushed towards Cao Ang.

Cao Ang, who was originally generous, immediately changed his face, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes, and he subconsciously retreated.

He originally thought that the potter would give him some face for the sake of being the prince of Great Qin, but he didn't expect that he would break his leg as soon as he came up.

"Potter, you are the king of a country, if you treat a captive like this, aren't you afraid that the world will laugh at you?" Cao Ang, who was panicked, shouted angrily at the potter.

The potter, however, was indifferent, treating him as if he were nothing, and only raised his glass to drink the wine.

Just when Cao Ang was yelling, Yu Chigong had already strode into the meteor in front of him, raised the iron whip in his hand, and scolded: "Cao family puppy, dare to scold my son of heaven, Lao Tzu, I will beat your dog's leg." ”

With a shout, the iron whip slammed down on both of his calves.

Cao Ang still held his head high, thinking in his heart whether he should face it with his head held high, even if it was a leg beating, he should not show fear, so as not to show that he was the prince of Great Qin.

But when the iron whip whistled down, Cao Ang was suddenly frightened, and a sense of terror arose, and he instinctively wanted to shrink back and dodge.

It's a pity that his force value is only more than 70 points, and his injuries are not light, how can he dodge the blow of Wei Chigong, a top military general of more than 90.

Click!

The whip, impartial, struck Cao Ang's calf bone hard.

Cao Ang let out a terrible howl in an instant, and Nuoda's body fell to his knees with a thud, supporting the ground with both hands, and fell to the ground in pain.

"Pottery thief, how dare you—"

Cao Ang, who was in pain, before the scolding could be spit out from between his teeth, the potter said coldly: "Wei Chi, break his finger for me again." ”

Wei Chi Gong got the order, and the iron whip in his hand waved down again.

Click!

There was another crisp sound of flesh and bones shattering, and before Cao Ang could react at all, his left thumb had been smashed with a whip.

Cao Ang howled like a pig, his hand was weak, and it was difficult to support it, he just got up, and fell to the ground again in a blink of an eye.

The potter on the dragon throne, admiring Cao Ang's tragic appearance, said coldly: "Wei Chi, wait for this kid to dare to be disrespectful to me again, you will smash one of his fingers for me, and if you dare to have two words of disrespect, you will break his two fingers, and the fingers will be smashed, and then his toes will be smashed until he is served." ”

"No!" Wei Chigong responded excitedly, raised the iron whip high, and was ready to smash it again.

Lying on the ground, Cao Ang, who was in pain, was completely subdued by the potter's ruthless methods, with empty anger and full of scolding, but he didn't dare to squeeze out half a word from between his teeth.

His legs had been followed, and one finger had been smashed, and the pain had reached the limit of what he could bear, and where did he have the courage to feel the pain of all ten fingers being smashed.

After suffering for a long time, screaming for a long time, the feeling of dying in pain finally passed, Cao Ang easily relieved his breath, and climbed up with trembling hands.

This time, he could only obediently kneel in front of the steps, kneeling at the potter's feet, supporting the ground with the hand that had not severed his finger, gasping for breath, his face full of pain and fear, and he didn't even dare to raise his head to look at the potter.

"How is it, Cao Ang, don't you scold me, have you finally accepted it?" The potter took the wine glass, stepped down the stairs, and walked to Cao Ang, the towering body of the iron tower, shrouding him in his own shadow.

Cao Ang raised his head tremblingly, and looked at the potter with tears of pain and hatred.

The angry eyes were opposite the eagle's eyes, and in an instant, Cao Ang felt that the potter's incomparably sharp gaze, like the gaze of a god, could see through his heart, see through his weakness, and see through everything about him.

Cao Ang's body trembled, shivered, and turned his head slightly, not daring to face it again.

"If you don't speak, then I'll be obedient for the time being." The potter nodded with satisfaction, but sighed with a sneer: "I didn't plan to do anything to you today, I just asked you to come over and say a few words, you said that if you talk well, how can you suffer this hardship." ”

Cao Ang lowered his head deeply, didn't say anything, just secretly clenched his fists, knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood in his stomach, and the rolling anger burned wildly in his chest.

The potter had already sat back on the dragon throne and said coldly: "I know that you are only soft on the surface, but in my heart I am thinking about how to take revenge on me one day when your Qin Kingdom turns defeat into victory, but I can tell you for sure that you don't have this opportunity." ”

After drinking a glass of wine, Tao Shang read out a cold tone like a heavenly oracle, and said majestically: "I will be destroyed in the Qin Kingdom, and I will also be destroyed in your Cao family!" ”

Cao Ang's body shuddered suddenly, as if the potter's words had read his fate to death, making him feel an unprecedented despair.

"My Great Qin will definitely not be destroyed, and I will definitely not be destroyed from the Cao clan, and the outcome has not yet been decided-" Cao Ang in despair, stimulated by the words of the potter, actually had the courage to come out of nowhere, and hated these words from between his teeth.

Wei Chigong was annoyed, and he raised his iron whip and broke his fingers.

The potter waved his hand and stopped Wei Chigong.

Then, he looked down at Cao Ang, who was full of hatred and disbelief, and said coldly: "If you don't believe it, then I will let you live for the time being, I want you to see with your own eyes how your Great Qin Kingdom is destroyed, and Qin also wants you to see with your own eyes how your Cao family was wiped out!" ”

The oath of tyranny and coldness was issued, and the potter no longer disdained to talk nonsense with him, and with a flick of his hand, he ordered Cao Ang to be dragged down.

The left and right guards rushed up and dragged Cao Ang, who had broken his leg and fingers, away again like a dead dog.

"My Great Qin will not be destroyed, and my Cao clan will not be destroyed......"

The roar of Cao Angxie's bottom echoed in the main hall and soon disappeared.

In the main hall, calm was restored.

The potter drank a few glasses of wine, and felt that his interest was not exhausted, so he ordered all the remaining singers and dancers who were scavenged from Cao Cao's inner palace to be brought to the palace, and ordered them to dance and play shadows to cheer themselves up.

Soon, the Golden Palace was full of singing, dancing, a scene of red lights and wine, and drunken fans.

The potter is half-lying on the dragon seat, enjoying the singing and dancing, drinking the wine, and enjoying the glory and happiness of breaking through Chang'an.

Just when the potter was half drunk, the Wuwei Imperial Forest outside came to report, saying that it was Zhu Rong, the first beauty in the Southern Barbarians, who was asking to see him outside at the moment.

"She actually took the initiative to come, isn't she afraid to ask for a gambling contract, it......'s interesting," a curious smile rose at the corner of the potter's mouth, and he whipped his hand to Zhu Rong.

After a while, wearing a goose yellow shirt, wearing a jade hairpin, and a little powdery Zhurong, he walked into the hall.

"Zhu Rong to meet Your Majesty." I wish Rong Yingying a salute to the potter's blessing, the body shape is slightly deviated, and the hips and plump hills are looming, showing the style.

"Excuse me." The potter flicked his hand and said with a smile: "Zhu Rong, you almost forgot if you didn't come to me, do you remember the bet between us?" ”

Zhu Rong's face was slightly dizzy, and in his beautiful eyes, there was a little embarrassment, and he hesitated, but he had to nod helplessly, and sighed: "Of course Rong won't forget, I really understand it now, you are the real hero in this world, I bet with you, it's strange if you don't lose." ”

The potter laughed and waved his hand to signal Zhu Rong to step forward.

Zhu Rong hesitated slightly, but he still twisted his plump figure, climbed the high step with small steps, and stood in front of the potter.

Under the reflection of the red candles, Zhu Rong's whole body is full of the wild beauty of the Southern Barbarians, which makes people have an unstoppable impulse.

"Since you lost, what should you do?" The corners of Kui Shang's mouth were already filled with a hint of evil intent.

Zhu Rong's face was even redder, and his shame was already visible, and he bit his lip lightly, but he still held up the proud peak of his clothes that couldn't be wrapped, and said: "We Nanban people have always talked and counted, since we lose, of course, we must be willing to gamble and lose, I came to see Your Majesty today, just to tell you that I Zhu Rong is willing to marry you, be your concubine, and serve you in this life." ”

There was a hint of wonder in the eyes of the potter, as if he didn't expect that this Zhu Rong was also a neat and honest woman, and if she lost the bet, she would take the initiative to come and accept the loss.

The potter nodded slightly, and praised: "Very good, I am willing to lose the bet, I deserve to be the first beauty in Nanzhong, I like it." ”

"That'...... And when are you going to marry me? Zhu Rong's voice was lowered a little, and his face was even more dizzy.

The corners of the potter's mouth were slightly raised, and he laughed evilly, "It's now." ”